days at Hogwarts

Chapter 165 Professor McGonagall's reform

Well, I have seen many living Bodhisattvas, but this is the first time I have seen a living Hades.

In order to prevent Ron from being traumatized again, Loren interrupted the conversation between the two: "Since it is the effect of a spell, it might be useful to stop it with a spell."

Taking out his wand, Loren cast a few curses towards Ron's stomach.

Everyone sitting around leaned over and looked at Ron's stomach curiously.

For a few seconds Ron felt like he was being watched by some sort of exotic animal.He stared blankly at the people around him, and then at the slug in the metal bucket, and after hesitating for a while, he "yue" out another slug.

However, compared to the other slugs in the barrel, this one is much smaller.

It'd be nice if it worked, at least Ron wouldn't have to despair about being a slug mom all the time.The crowd of onlookers felt relieved and began to enjoy the refreshments provided by Hagrid.

"What is Marcus's magic-repelling bracelet—" Harry put a piece of Hagrid's homemade syrup taffy in his mouth, and before he could finish speaking, his teeth were stuck in the taffy together.

Fortunately, Ginny listened carefully and understood what he wanted to ask: "Pure-blood families always have some protective equipment, and it is not uncommon to have bracelets that deflect evil spells. He should really learn some of his mother's spells, bracelets But I can't prevent..."

The rest of the words were vague, and Ginny quietly raised her eyes to glance at Harry, who was grinning grinningly at the grim-faced Harry who was competing with Toffee, and smiled softly, without extending the topic too much.

She didn't want to reveal that she wanted to learn the bat spirit spell, and she wanted to learn how her mother was good at smashing bones, which didn't sound like a lady.

Loren looked at the distorted Harry, feeling amused. He reached out and touched a piece of syrup taffy in his hand, his eyes rolling in their sockets.

"Spells that are too powerful can't be defended against," Loren said about the bracelet, and casually turned his head to look at Hermione. "Do you think this is a bit like the Iron Armor Curse?"

Hermione's thoughts were guided, she nodded unconsciously, and opened her mouth: "It can bounce back——hmm!!!"

The moment he opened his mouth, Loren stuffed the taffy into Hermione's mouth and covered her mouth to let the syrup melt quickly.Hermione's teeth were glued together with syrup, and she could only grunt.

She looked at Loren in disbelief, her eyes widened, and it was hard to accept the shocking truth.

The people around were replaying what had just happened in their minds, and their minds were still a little down. Their dumbfounded expressions showed that they were also shocked at this time.

Hermione stood up immediately, her delicate face flushed red, her fists clenched hard.She couldn't take it anymore, and she must teach this person a lesson today.

"It's a joke! It's just a joke!" Loren stood up and ran. Seeing that Toffee was so sticky to his teeth, he was suddenly fascinated by the bad taste and couldn't control his behavior.

Apparation has not been practiced yet, recalling Hermione's strengthened physical fitness, as well as the content in the evil book of Krav Maga, he quickly jumped out of Hagrid's cabin and ran towards the castle.

Hermione couldn't care less, and quickly followed out, her lips were tightly closed to prevent the saliva from flowing out, yelling and chasing Loren.

Harry and Ron watched them run out, feeling like something had been stuffed in their mouths for some reason.He obviously didn't eat anything, but he was a little full.

"It's really full of vitality!" Hagrid smiled after recovering, "Let's not stay in the house anymore, let's go, and take you to see the pumpkins I planted."

……

The changing room next to the Quidditch pitch.

After finishing his first Quidditch training, Draco took off his sweat-soaked team robes and put on Slytherin's magic robes.

Although the way of entering the team was a bit suspected of going through the back door, Draco didn't think he was weaker than Harry. Since he could be a Seeker, so could he.

Today's training also proved this point, Draco was in a very happy mood.

Crabbe came in from the door, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and asked in a strange tone: "You've made a splash today, must you be very proud?"

Hearing these words, goosebumps appeared on the back of Draco's neck unconsciously. He frowned and looked at Crabbe. Today's Crabbe always gave him a strong sense of discomfort.

There are no permanent enemies, only permanent benefits.

Thinking about what his father said during the holiday, Draco changed his face and said: "If you also want to join the team, I can let you train with the team. When you are selected next year, you can directly join the team. "

Crabbe's mouth opened into a hideous grin, the corners of which were almost torn open. "Is this your handout, Mr. Malfoy?"

This man is definitely not normal.

In an instant, many images flashed through Draco's mind, the conversation between the centaur and Potter, his father's scolding of old Crabbe, and the news that happened during the holiday.

There seemed to be a vague thread connecting these, but Draco couldn't figure it out.

Perhaps it was the talent inherited from the Malfoy family. Dracoford calmed down as much as his soul. He turned to straighten his team robes, naturally avoiding Crabbe's sight: "Why do you say that?"

"Of course it's because you from the pure-blood family got mixed up with those Muggles and half-bloods. I thought you abandoned our pure-blood followers." Crabbe's eyes were full of violence and ferocity.

Draco tried his best to recall the picture of himself being arrogant and advocating pure blood in the past, and he acted like himself a year ago: "I only said a few more words to him because I saw that Harry Potter was somewhat famous and was also born in pure blood. .”

"He's hanging out with mudbloods now, it's disgusting."

Crabbe stood in the doorway, his expression clouded, as if unsure of what to do with Draco.

Putting the team robes into the backpack, Draco took the bag and walked out of the locker room naturally. When passing by Crabbe, he glanced at him with arrogant and disgusting eyes: "At this time next week, call Goyle together Come here, and I'll take you to Quidditch training."

Watching Draco gradually walk away, Crabbe was a little confused, but he was a little moved by the proposal of joining Quidditch.

The magic robe attached to his body rustled, and a thin red-spotted snake emerged from the neckline.

Compared with the changes that had taken place in Crabbe these days, Voldemort was in a very happy mood.From having no brains to learning to think, from being simple and ruthless to vicious, this effect is completely in line with his expectations.

The idea of ​​using living creatures to make Horcruxes is correct, but the container needs to be properly modified.At present, it seems that the situation is good, and the rest is to split another piece of soul.

With the manufacturing experience of the previous Horcruxes, he had already started the idea of ​​making living creatures, even human beings, into Horcruxes, but he never had the conditions to realize it.

In fact, Voldemort didn't want to use Crabbe as the first living Horcrux. How could a vulgar, simple-minded little wizard be worthy of his soul fragment.

If given the chance, he would like to find a better container...

The hallway outside the Transfiguration professor's office at night.

Hermione walked in front, bouncing around, humming Muggle pop tunes, occasionally brushing her teeth with her tongue, and still had a sweet taste of sugar in the aftertaste.

Although there was a faint burning sensation and slight pain somewhere in her thigh, overall, the little witch was in a very happy mood.

Loren walked behind, pressing his right neck with one hand, and screaming "his~his~" from time to time.

"If you pinch my neck with scissors next time, I will definitely not let go." He said angrily.

"Hmph, who told you to play tricks on me." Hermione raised her fair and clean chin, not threatening at all, "By the way, did Professor McGonagall tell us what to do?"

"Don't you know when you go in?" Loren knocked on the office door.

"Please come in."

The two pushed the door in and saw Professor McGonagall correcting homework.That's the job of a professor, preparing lesson plans, lecturing, assigning assignments, grading assignments, and repeating, repeating, repeating.

Because Dumbledore has been fishing for a long time, as the vice-principal of Hogwarts, McGonagall still needs to do a lot of administrative work.Professor McGonagall occasionally thinks about the future, and when she takes over as the principal, she must severely squeeze the next vice-principal.

"It's the same time as I expected." Seeing the two, Professor McGonagall put the assignment quill back into the ink bottle, got up and walked out of the desk and led the two to the cubicle in the office.

Almost all the professor's offices had partitions, which were used as restrooms, but Snape was a little special and turned the partitions into storage rooms and laboratories.

Professor McGonagall's cubicle is very cozy. She stays in the castle most of the time, and she doesn't return to the villa in Hogsmeade a few times a year.

There is an orange sofa in the room, and under the light, the whole room is warm and bright.There are some small wooden houses hanging on the wall, and cushions stuffed with cotton are placed in the corner, next to empty cardboard boxes.

Loren looked around the room, looking at Professor McGonagall in a weird way.Professor Maomao's little habit is exposed...

Putting the apple juice in the tray in front of the two, Professor McGonagall sat across from them: "I want to tell you something."

Loren and Hermione held their cups, curiously waiting for Professor McGonagall's next words.

"Hogwarts has seven grades, and each grade is divided into four colleges. At most two colleges hold classes together at a time. Faced with seven grades, the professors are a bit overwhelmed."

Loren has noticed this situation before. For example, the main courses such as Charms and Transfiguration, the two colleges hold classes together, and two to three major classes are held every week. There are 4 classes in one grade, and 28 classes in seven grades. .

Including correcting essay assignments and some extracurricular work, the professor is almost always on the job, without any rest time.

"This teaching system was formulated a long time ago by the school council, the Ministry of Magic and the school. At that time, there were not many young wizards who chose to come to the school to teach, and the professors could handle it."

"As the influence of Hogwarts increases, more and more young wizards choose to study in magic schools. Even pure-blood families have abandoned home-style teaching and chose Hogwarts. This system is no longer applicable. "

"However, due to the Ministry of Magic's education order and the interference of the school board, the application for teaching reform has been postponed and delayed. By this year, after taking back all the management rights of Hogwarts, perhaps some changes can be made."

There was a little pride in Professor McGonagall's tone, seizing the opportunity to get back the ownership of the school, which is something that no number of headmasters have done.

"Professor, why don't you hire more professors?" Loren put down his cup and asked his question.

Professor McGonagall paused: "Although we have regained the power, the school's funds still come from the school board, and the finances do not support us to increase the number of professors."

"And there are too many things involved in Hogwarts. We must screen every person who serves to avoid bad influence and danger to the students."

"We are also exploring the possibility of financial independence. If the school has its own source of income, this kind of coercion will be completely removed."

Professor McGonagall did not hide anything, and explained the situation and reasons the school is facing to the two of them separately: "After discussion with several of our deans, this restructuring will use the second and fourth grades as pilots to operate the new system. If the situation is good Then implement it in the whole school.”

This is because the situation in the other grades is more complicated. The first grade has just entered school, so it is definitely not suitable as a pilot. The third grade has a course selection system, so it cannot be used as a pilot.

The fifth grade has to prepare for the OWLs exam, while the sixth grade has to choose to take advanced classes, and the seventh grade is a prospective graduate, who has to consider work issues and prepare for the NEWT exam. These three grades are not suitable for pilots.

To sum up, the situation of the second and fourth grades is the most stable, so they were selected for trial operation of the new system.

"What does the new teaching system look like?" Hermione asked.

"In terms of content, we have added and deleted the original courses to distinguish between elective and compulsory. The compulsory part is based on the original teaching content, combined with highly relevant knowledge, and deleted some content. The elective content is the deleted part. And some extensions and advancements."

This is by classifying some of the original content as electives, which reduces the workload of professors, and young wizards who have enough energy to learn can master the elective content and lay the foundation for advanced knowledge.

On the other hand, the elective content requires mastery, which reduces the learning intensity of little wizards with poor grades.

"Professor, won't this make the gap even bigger?" Loren noticed the trend of this development at a glance.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, remembering the scene when the deans of various colleges gathered together a few days ago to discuss the teaching reform.

Snape leaned against the pillar, hiding his face in the shadows: "It must be admitted that the gap between some wizards and wizards is greater than the gap between wizards and trolls. It is impossible to cram too much knowledge into some people's minds. In their minds, this is torture for them, some knowledge is simply not used, and will be forgotten soon after graduation. For example, our newly hired Professor Lockhart, isn't that the case?"

"Like Mr. Longbottom and Miss Know-It-All, it is cruel to let them receive the same education and be assessed by the same standard."

"Electives are good for both kinds of people."

Shaking his head, Professor McGonagall shook these memories out of his mind: "The knowledge covered in the elective part will not affect the exam, it is self-study content, and—"

Professor McGonagall was silent for a while, "Professors are not omnipotent, and we also have our own limitations. The learning of knowledge depends more on you."

"The professor will not refuse any student's request for advice, but now the right to choose is in your hands."

(End of this chapter)